Preview: Who Ate Claire Currie

Claire Currie didn’t know where she was. A sensual dream had awoken her and her surroundings felt strange. She was in a bed, which had been exceedingly rare for her these past few years. It had been ages since she had been allowed in a bed. There was a rich smell of leather in the air. Where was she?

The darkness gave her no answers. She rolled over on her back and remembered. She was at the Percer Mansion. They were spending the night, no, the entire weekend as guests of Mr. Percer. That’s why she had her own room instead of sleeping on the couch in a hotel room. Her boss, Mr. Dillon, had brought them here to accept a book from the head of the Percer family, Maximilian Percer.

The book! Claire reached out and felt for the book on the nightstand. The leather cover was cold to the touch. Claire smiled. “Rich Man’s Toy” was safe and sound. She couldn’t remember putting it away and she was afraid it might have fallen to the floor. Mr. Dillon would have killed her. No, he would spank her, pinch her and torment her before fucking her, but it would be his verbal cruelty that would be the hardest to endure. The book was priceless and it was only by begging her boss did he allow her to take the book to her bedroom to read tonight.

Claire thought about the things she had read tonight. As a librarian for the world’s greatest collection of erotica, Claire had read many great novels of porn but this book was something special. “Rich Man’s Toy” was so filthy. It was so raw and sensual. It told the tale of a wealthy woman who slept with her husband’s business partners. Every encounter was forbidden and filled with lust. Claire has masturbated twice to a scene where the woman, Lana, was fucked in the ass in a boardroom overlooking the New York skyline.

She pushed the covers away from her chest. Her hands went to her plump brown breasts and played with her nipples. Mr. Dillon insisted that she always sleep with no clothes so that he could fuck her with ease in the middle of the night. She wished he would come to her tonight. For a moment she thought about sneaking to his bed but she dismissed the thought. She served at his pleasure, not the other way around.

Instead of disobeying, Claire thought about their strange host, Maximilian Percer. Mr. Dillon explained that Percer came from a wealthy family but always wanted to write erotica rather than manage his family’s corporate interests. He was wealthy enough to buy his own publishing company but it was a point of pride that all of his novels were submitted to publishers under a pseudonym. Percer wanted his books to be printed because they were good. He managed to sell five books in the late sixties and then quietly retired.

Claire reached out and touched the book again. Percer was a proud man, but like most authors Claire had met, Percer thought his stories deserved better than the cheap paperback editions that were published in the 60’s. When he retired from writing, he decided to personally publish a deluxe edition of each of his books. He only had one copy of each book made. He used the finest leather covers, the most exquisite paper fibers and only the most skilled book binders for his works. It was every author’s dream version of what their book should look like.

“Every few years, he gives us a call,” Mr. Dillon had explained. “He calls to lets us know he is ready to part with another beloved book from his unique set. He knows that the Collette-Ashbee Collection is the only place in the world for his treasures. So we come, and we spend a few days as his guest. It is a time of celebration, but also of mourning. This year, he will give us the last book.”

“But why are his three children here?” Claire had asked. “Are they erotica fans too?”

Mr. Dillon had chuckled. “Not hardly. He always summons them when he gives away a book. He uses this time to give away more things from his mansion. It’s like a family will reading, except he does it in parts and wants to be around to see their reactions. I think it is the frustrated writer in him.”

Claire heard a sound in the darkness. She half rose in her bed. The absence of light was so complete that Claire couldn’t see the bed sheets on top of her.

“Mr. Dillon?” she asked.

A grunt answered her but the real answer was when she felt someone climb under her covers from the footboard. The unseen person burrowed under the sheets and pulled her legs apart. Under the covers, forceful hands pushed her thighs apart and she felt a mouth drop down on her pubic bush.

“Oh thank you!” Claire said. Mr. Dillon didn’t answer. He never did on these night intrusions. He thought it was beneath him to do so. He was here to take, and Claire was here to give.

He was particularly hungry tonight. Claire gasped as his mouth buried itself in her sex. Her sex opened before his tongue which licked her furiously. He found her clitoris instantly and she groaned as he bit down on it. His mouth sealed over her cunt while his hands clamped down on her thighs. There would be no escape until he was done eating her.

Claire grabbed her own heavy breasts. She wasn’t allowed to grab him. Mr. Dillon hated it when she would grab his head during oral sex. That was reserved for him alone. Claire learned to do other things with her hands and right now she was pinching her nipples delightfully hard. She was pinching them just like Mr. Dillon does.

“Oh fuck,” Claire groaned. Mr. Dillon was doing something amazing to her cunt. His tongue was doing some sort of odd rhythm, slapping against her clit in a wonderful manner. It was like a drum beat on her libido. Claire kept perfectly still for fear of disturbing his strange tapping pattern. His tongue was tapping a morse code on her clit, sending an urgent message to her coming orgasm.

Claire released her breasts and reached back for her headboard. Her fingers gripped the hard wood bar as her cunt was eaten. She tried to grind her hips but Mr. Dillon’s hands had her pinned to the bed. She was close, so close but the tongue was teasing her now. It stopped tapping her clitoris and was now lapping the juices from her sex. He was taking everything she had tonight. Every drop of desire and every ache in her sex was his tonight.

She felt her orgasm come slowly. Because Mr. Dillon was simply devouring her with no care for her own orgasm, Claire almost felt like she was getting away with something. Her breathing became faster. Her nipples were hard against the silky sheets. Her ass was clenched tight as she felt her orgasm about to bloom.

All it took a casual brush of teeth against her clitoris. Claire cried out with a shriek unbecoming of a librarian. Her body arched and undulated to the force of the orgasm. She sat up before falling back into the comforts of the pillows.

He licked her one more time and then let go of her thighs. Claire tried to thank him but she was breathless. The bed shifted as he moved away-

Claire awoke with a start. She moved her legs around and felt nobody on the bed. Claire reached between her legs and confirmed that yes, that amazing sex just happened. Her pubic hair was soaked and her cunt was still tingling.

Claire sighed. She wished she had stayed awake. She wanted to thank Mr. Dillon. She wanted to see if what pleasures he might want in return. It was rare for him to not use her for his own climax. Maybe he left because she fell asleep and he wanted her to rest. That would be unlike him, but Mr. Dillon did have his occasional flashes of kindness.

Claire rolled over and groaned as her sex kept tingling. She smiled in the darkness. What a fantastic night! Flush with afterglow, Claire reached out to stroke “Rich Man’s Toy” again.

The book was gone.

Where is the priceless book? What will Mr. Dillon say about Claire losing the book? More importantly, who ate Claire Currie? Find out by purchasing your paperback or pdf copy now at Lulu.

The Colette-Ashbee Collection

The Colette-Ashbee Collection is available for sale at Lulu. This novel collects all of the Librarian stories as well as a brand new novella called 'Who Ate Claire Currie'. The novella is a mystery story about a perverse family, an old mansion and intimate investigations. The novella will not be posted on my blog or released anywhere else except for the first chapter this Wednesday.

For those of you unfamiliar with the Colette-Ashbee Collection, it is a series of stories about a pair of kinky librarians who search for rare erotic books for a prestigous collection. Mr. Dillon is harsh senior librarian who dominates, fucks, spanks and teaches the junior librarian, Claire Currie. The stories are about mostly about claire and how she endures and delights in her employment.

It clocks in at 177 pages which weirdly enough is as long as the Cell Phone book is. The lovely cover is by George Sportelli as well as an interior sketch. When you open the book and close your eyes, you might smell Claire's perfume or Mr. Dillon's cologne. The pages themselves may or may not have been made from recycled erotic pulp novels. Ownership of the book might help you get laid by sexy nerds.

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Operation Porn Stash

Ever since I started playing Minecraft, I have taken to naming everything under the sun. It can be fun to work on that mine near the waterfall but it is more fun to work on Operation Blue Lagoon. I am sure I will grow out of it.

In the meantime, I needed to rebuild my buffer of short stories for posting on Wednesday. Operation Porn Stash is the clever name I came up for this project. It harkens back to my youth when I would sneak into the attic to snatch dirty magazines while my parents were out of the house. I had to get enough magazines to satisfy my libido till the next time they left the house. That number by the way is slightly less than infinity.

Anyhoo, I want to make 5 stories so I can have the month of October to work on my next book. Because I am insane, I decided to go for one story a day. Operation Porn Stash is a go!

My personal requirement was that it be one good story a day. It is easy to crank out forgettable stories. It is so much harder to write stories I won't cringe at a year later.

So how did I do?

On Monday I picked up a Fastner and Larson art book and randomly selected a page. It was a woman covered in scanty armor and looking sexy. Not much to work with there. The title caught my eye and it was 'Guardian of the Ancients'.

So, what is she guarding? Ancients sounds pretty old, how old is she? Armor is kind of sexy and impractical but maybe it is from our point of view but not the ancient culture she belongs to.

Anwsering these questions led to me writing a Nash Nighthammer story on Monday.

On Tuesday I decided to write a Halloween story. This time I picked up a Witches art book I had and flipped through the pages. The picture I liked best had a group of witches standing on their brooms and they were worshipping a demonic figure.

I broke down why I liked the picture. I like witches. I like groups of witches because there is fear in numbers. I realized I liked scary witches better than friendly witches. I asked myself what kind of sex would a group of witches have and I came up with a Halloween story on Tuesday.

On Wednesday I decided to take a break from Halloween and work on something else. I wanted to do something about Eros University so I wrote a list of things that colleges have that are interesting. My list includes dorms, student organizations, finals, sports and a lot more. Each idea suggest its own story.

The thing I want to do with Eros University is to write about it in pieces and not really follow one character. I randomly picked one of the topics, which was roommates, and I wrote about that on Wednesday.

On Thursday I wanted to do an Erishella Trick or Treat story. I had a good idea for one but even as was telling it in my head, it seemed more appropriate for a Gazetter entry. The thing about Erishella is I love describing the alien culture but that doesn't always translate into an exciting story. The story idea I had was more of a an excuse to tell the history lesson I was interested in. So I chucked the idea and despaired.

Keep in mind, I had written 3 stories this week. Shit, I deserved a break. There is no shame in giving up on an idea. I think I do feel shame when I fail a deadline though, even a ruthless imaginary one like Operation Porn Stash. I wanted to produce something.

I went back to random inspiration. I also checked my libido and asked myself what i was in the mood for. It been awhile since I wrote about spanking. I popped open another Fastner and Larson art book and on a random page was a skeleton spanking a girl.

Two minutes later, I was tossing out an idea where a man rises from the grave to spank someone. I flipped through the book again and damn, I saw a much cooler spanking scene with a monster I have always been fond of. So on Thursday I wrote a spanking story about an unusual monster and told from a different kind of point of view.

Which brings me to today. The failure of the Erishella story bothers me. I might try a different kind of Erishella story. Or maybe I will hit tumblr and see what grabs me.

I don't usually use this much random inspiration but when it comes to crunch time, I find that unexpected stimuli forces me to asks and anwser questions. Erotica can be incredibly repetitious. I don't read many sex blog because I think I have read the story of the girl who got laid with her cool boyfriend a million times. I may have written that story myself a dozen times. When you turn to random inspiration from fantasy art books, fetish books or even channel surfing,it forces your brain to engage on subjects you wouldn't normally think of as erotic. The moment you look at something and say "Hey, what is the deal with that?", you usually have the genesis of a new story right there.

Fiction: Admissions

Three lovely women waited in front of me. I had the power of their academic future in my hand. They looked at me with fear, anxiety and in the case of Marie, open lust. One word from me could crush their hopes or make their dreams come true.

Fuck, I love my job.

“Hello ladies,” I said in a not at all sleazy way. “My name is Mr. Werner and I will be handling your admissions interview. As you know, Eros University only accepts the finest minds and bodies into their exclusive halls. Our students graduate to become United Stats Governors. All of you are very qualified but it is my job to determine which one of you three will go on to attend Eros University. For the other two, I guess you can become sex bloggers or something.

“Now you may be wondering why all three of you are having your interview at the same time. We believe that competition inspires greatness. In the erotic professions, there will always be someone smarter or prettier than you. It is up to you find your own niche and exploit it. You might as well learn to do that now.

Let’s take a moment to introduce ourselves, shall we?” I turned to the girl to my left. “You, tell us about yourself.”

“My name is Marie,” said the eager African-American girl. “I was a cheerleader in high school and I managed to seduce every member of the football team, the baseball team and the basketball team. I even fucked the mascot and three of my fellow cheerleaders. I love to fuck and I want to make a career of it. That’s why I would be perfect for Eros University.”

The next girl cleared her throat. She took a deep breathe and her already voluptuous freckled cleavage swelled in front of my eyes. She brushed her long red hair out of her face and smiled.

“My name is Rita,” she said. “I might not have fucked as many people as Marie has but then I am a bit more artistic. I make beautiful photos of myself and have a large following on European web sites. I want to elevate porn into an art form and I see my body as my canvas. My fans have paid for my first car as well as the tuition I will need for a full four years at Eros University.”

I turned to the last woman. She was Japanese with very sleek looking pink glasses. I had the distinct feeling that she disapproved of me. Not many potential students could pull that off.

“My name is Ayako,” she began. “I write erotic stories and poems. I want to become a better writer and this is the best way to do it.”

“Well, simple and to the point,” I said. “Like I said, all three of you are very qualified but only one of you may be accepted. In cases like these, I prefer a simple single test. Let’s pretend that I am a sexually deviant bureaucrat that is easily swayed with sexual favors and bribes. Use your knowledge of seduction, erotica and your own talents to convince me. Hypothetically of course.”

Marie and Rita looked surprised. Ayako appeared almost disappointed. In test cases like these, it is always important to see who responds first. The ability to make quick decisions so important in erotic studies.

“Oh Mr. Werner,” Marie said as she stood up. “I wish there was some way I could convince you to accept me.”

She started to take off her skirt, which was certainly distracting, but what was most interesting is that her voice went up an octave. She sounded like she had just lost twenty IQ points. This girl knew how to act.

She wasn’t wearing panties of course. Her smooth sex had the same rich chocolate skin tone that the rest of her body had. She turned around to put her skirt in her chair but I suspect it was really to show off her incredibly pert ass. Fuck, she had an ass that just begged to be spanked and fucked.

Rita watched in shock. Ayako took out a spiral notebook and a pen. I did my best not to laugh.

Marie climbed on top of my desk. She was on all fours in front of me. I could look down her white shirt at her lovely small breasts. Marie looked at me as she reached for my pants button.

“Can I show you how much I want to be accepted?” Marie said.

I nodded.

She unbuttoned my pants and fished my hard cock out of my boxers in less than ten seconds. Marie knew what she was doing. She had my cock in hand and squeezed me.

“Oh my, it is so big,” she said. I almost believed her.

Rita decided to stand up. “Mr. Werner, I think you need a demonstration of my skills.”

She took off her blouse to reveal the fantastic structural integrity of the red bra that was holding her massive breasts. My God, the girl could have gotten a scholarship from Von Madd laboratories if she let them study the stress her bra must be under.

Rita unzipped her pants next. Unlike Marie’s tight fit body, Rita had a plump round body that you never see on billboards. The key thing was that Rita moved like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She stripped with complete confidence despite her non mainstream body. Such independent confidence in our anorexia obsessed culture is amazing.

I glanced at Ayako. She looked at Rita’s body with mild curiosity. She then resumed writing.

“Oh Mr. Werner,” Marie purred in her false dumb girl voice. “Could I please have your cock inside me? It looks like it would fit so good.”

My cock throbbed before I could answer.

“Yes, Marie, just be sure that you don’t obstruct my view of the other applicants.”

Marie turned around on my desk so that her firm ass was in front of me. She spread her legs to either side of me and slowly slid off the desk. With athletic perfection, she backed off the desk and onto my cock. Her incredibly tight cunt engulfed my cock and gripped me. She supported herself on the desk and moaned as I entered her. She sounded like I was splitting her apart with my massive manhood.

She moved. Oh my God, she fucked on top of my cock like a machine. I watched her strong legs and tight butt move like brown marble in front of me. The only thing more impressive than the sight of her body was the feeling of her body. Fuck, I never wanted to be a high school football player so badly before.

Rita wasn’t going to be outdone. The plump redhead stripped off her bra to release her magnificent breasts. She shimmied out of her pink panties to reveal a bush of golden red hair. She walked around the side of my desk and stood in front of me. Her breasts towered over me like the most glorious mountains ever.

She ran her finger over her nipple. It was already hard.

“Would you like a lick?” Rita asked.

“Yes,” I said as Marie pumped herself on my cock.

“Or would you like a bite instead?” Rita said.

Oh that was good. She hadn’t given me my lick but she was already up selling. She’d do well in Sexual Marketing.

“I would like a bite, yes,” I said.

“What about if I lean down and cover your face with my breasts?” Rita asked. “I could do it, you know. I can let you nibble or lick to your heart’s content.”

I moaned. Whether it was from Rita’s offer or the unbelievably good fucking Marie was giving me, I wasn’t sure.

Ayako kept writing.


”Or maybe you just want to watch while I play with myself,” Rita said. Her fingers went down to her thick bush of golden hair. She pushed through the hair to open her sex before me.

“Oh yes,” I groaned.

“You are so big, Mr. Werner,” Marie yelled. She humped my cock with more speed. Her fit ass was slamming down into my thighs.

Rita ignored her. The redhead fingered herself in front of me. The sounds of her wet sex were as hypnotic as Marie’s bouncing ass. I was torn between two i
ideals of sexual perfection.

“I’m coming!” Marie sqeualled. She cried out from her orgasm as her body kept humping me. I couldn’t tell if she was faking it or not and that is quite an achievement.

“I bet if you bit my nipple, I would come right away,” Rita said. Her face was flushing as she fingered herself.

“Yes,” I groaned. I opened my mouth but she took half a step back.

“I’ll let you bite me if you accept my application,” Rita said.

I whimpered a little. It wasn’t very professional. I am only human after all.

I didn’t say anything. Rita didn’t appear to be disappointed. She kept masturbating with her lovely breasts just out of reach. She started to gasp and then she cried out as she climaxed. Like Marie, I couldn’t tell if she was faking either.

My own self control was at an end. I was going to climax. I stood up suddenly and Marie squealed. With her bent over my desk, I fucked the young cheerleader.

Marie moaned as I gave it to her. I looked at Ayako and waited for a reaction. She had to know that the test was almost over. If she wanted to bribe me, she had to act now.

She tore a page out of her notebook. She stood up and placed the page on Marie’s back. I looked down and read it while I fucked Marie.

Freckled mounds jiggle
Limber ebony legs clench
Education starts

Not bad. I came a few thrusts later. Like a good slut, Marie clenched and took everything I had. When I finally pulled out of her, my cock was completely drained. Who said that the youth of today don’t finish a job?

I sat back down. “Please have a seat ladies.”

Marie put her skirt back on before sitting. Rita sat in the nude. Ayako put her book away.

“I have made my decision,” I said. “All three of you will be accepted into the Fall semester.”

“But I thought you said only one of us could join!” Rita said.

“Yes, that is because I lied. Erotica is about surprises, unexpected outcomes and twists. There is also a lot of lying. If you ever take any courses in network broadcasting, all you will do is lie. It is important to establish from an early start that anything is possible at Eros University. Be prepared for the unexpected.”

“I expect we should also be prepared to fuck a lot,” Ayako said.

I laughed. “Oh most definitely. Congratulations ladies. Welcome to Eros University.”

The Flying Arena

Hovering high in the air above the people of Euphoria, the Flying Arena is the greatest stadium ever created. Great antigravity engines keep this magnificent engineering feat suspended above the sprawling cities beneath it. A full fleet of airships patrol the sky and shoot down any unauthorized observers of the games held within. It is the most exclusive arena in the world and Euphorians sell their children into slavery for season tickets.

King Zarn created the most popular sport, Ass-Fighting. There are many permutations but he core rules are simple. Two men battle each other in the nude. The first male to climax inside the ass of the other wins. The winner is cheered in glory while the loser, with seed packed tightly into his ass, does the loser’s hobble of shame back to the showers.

Some losses were so humiliating that King Zarn ordered that mercy be given. The floor of the Flying Arena would open and the loser would plummet to his death. The King reserved the right to allow some of the winners fall to their death as well. King Zarn could be a fickle sports fan.

Ass-Fighting quickly became the most popular sport, even more so than the Slave Races. Champions have come from former soldiers, convicted slaves and in one amusing case, a retired performance dancer who had a particularly wicked talent when it came to penetrating the asses of his opponents.

Champions can reap all sorts of wealth from their popularity. Sex toy endorsement deals as the most common though some Ass-Fighters pimp themselves for private matches where they violate the bottoms of wealthy decadents. Zaddox the Thick became ludicrously wealthy when he became involved in making Ass-Fighting videogames that were known for accurately simulating the various strategies and tactics involved in entering unwilling opponent’s ass.

There is even more enthusiasm for Euphoria’s official sport since Queen Erishella came to power. In a controversial move, she allowed female Ass-Fighters for the first time. Previously, King Zarn allowed women to participate as amusements for the crowd. The cruel Euphorians loved to see trained Ass-Fighters molest the weak and unarmed women. Now female Ass-Fighters are equipped with a strap-on belt that directly stimulates their vagina. When they climax, a loud siren is activated so that the entire Arena knows of the loser’s shame.

Mixed matches of Ass-Fighters are now the most popular draw. The current Champion, Kedea the War-Fucker, has impaled over a hundred asses on her ebony pseudo cock. She once anally assaulted ten other Ass-Fighters, seven males and three women, to win the battle royale held for the Queen’s birthday. She is the favorite of the people and is said to have personally enjoyed the bedroom of Queen Erishella herself.

First time visitors to the Flying Arena are encouraged to get there on the first day of the week in order to see Amateur Night.

--Euphorian Gazetteer

Captain Bluebush

Captain Bluebush is a fun erotic comic by Mike Hoffman. It is a story of sexy pirates, a giant cock monster and orgies. Although filled with naked ladies, it is more of a slapstick comedy that was completely ridiculous. It is a shame that erotic comics don't sell well anymore because this over the top story was a lot of fun. Instead of just mindlessly illustrating sex scenes, there was a kooky story of pirate extravagances. I want more comics like this.

Can I also just say that I am terribly jealous of the name, 'Bluebush'? Cripes, the pirate naming bar has been raised.

This comic features a talking skeleton, sea monsters that look like giant cocks and a ape/woman marriage. As I write my own pirate novel, I am really toying with the idea of branching away from a psuedo-realism and embracing a more fantastical pirate story. I mean, the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise won't be mistaken for a historical romance with their skeletons, krakens and voodoo women. Monkey Island is something I adore and it has ghosts and cannibals. I don't want my pirate novel to be a comedy but I am leaning towards including some more fantastic trappings. A ghost or two can't hurt.

Getting back to Captain Bluebush, I want to stress that you won't find many great comics like this at the prices Hoffman is offering. I also highly reccomend Robin Screwso which is another great comic with the same comedic approach. You can buy both at Mike Hoffman's site.

Fiction: Death By Tongue

The hood was pulled from Maz Warper’s head. The execution chamber was brightly lit. His hands were bound behind his back and he seemed to be standing against some sort of pole. Heavy manacles held onto his feet and prevented him from taking a single step. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he noticed the video cameras. Undoubtedly his execution was going to be broadcast all over the planet of Euphoria.

Maz realized he really shouldn’t have written that paper about the power of free democratic elections. Especially not when the current ruler was the crazy and highly dangerous Queen Erishella.

The Queen was here for his execution. In accordance with the seriousness of the event, she was wearing a black gown from shoulders to her feet. Because she was a Queen, diamonds were woven into the gown so that it shimmered with every move. Because she was a hedonistic dictator, a hole in the gown allowed her lefty breast to be exposed in all of its pert glory. Her long black hair was swept up in a tower that defied gravity.

“Mr. Warper,” the Queen said. “You have been tried and convicted of trying to organize in the interest of treasonous elections. You have been found guilty of trying to incite the people to elect unqualified men and women to rule over them. You have been found guilty of not loving your Queen. You have been sentenced to death but I have decided to show you mercy. “

Maz shook his head. “A society held under the control of a tyrant can never know mercy!”

Queen Erishella surprised him by clapping her hands. “Very nicely said. “Your death spasms are going to be good, I can tell. Shall I explain your execution now?”

The Queen stepped closer to him. His eyes were drawn to the single breast the gown exposed. It was free of any kind of support but yet it was so round and firm. If he was a weak willed royalist, he might believe such a breast was divine.

“It is quite simple,” the queen said. “A group of nanobots had been inserted into your body. Right now it is binding itself to your nervous system. It is waiting for a trigger to release the deadly neurotoxins inside you. Can you imagine what they trigger is?”

“Your command?” Maz said.

“Oh, that is a good idea but not very entertaining,” Queen Erishella said. “No, the trigger is an orgasm. And to make it more interesting, the nanobots will self destruct within a certain time limit and you will be unharmed. Well, you will be sent to the prison planet of Tor, but you will not be killed by the poisons. In fact, the time limit is five minutes from starting now.”

“All I have to do is not climax in five minutes?” Maz said. “That is easy.”

“It is not so easy to defy your Queen,” Erishella said. “Do you see this breast? “ She gently pinched her nipple. “Would you consider it perfect?”

“Yes,” Maz admitted.

Queen Erishella smiled. “My mouth is better.”

The Queen dropped to her knees in a graceful motion. Warm lips engulfed Maz’s cock and he cried out. Oh, it was so much better! Soft heat wrapped around his cock while her tongue lapped at him. Within seconds he was hard.

“No,” he moaned. He had to be strong. He tried to think of jet cycles. He tried to think of his mother. He even tried thinking about statistical voting analysis but it was useless. Erishella’s mouth defeated any mind trick he tried to play on his cock.

It didn’t help that he was surrounded by video screens. The cameras caught every angle and every angle was being displayed for his view. Over here he could see a side view of his cock disappearing between the Queen’s lips. Beside it was a screen showing the view from underneath Maz and how his balls pressing against the Queen’s chin. One camera was dedicated solely to showing the Queen’s exposed breast sway back and forth as the Queen bobbed her head.

Erishella took his cock out of her mouth. His cock was covered in spit. She stroked him slightly as she pressed the tip of his cock against her cheek.

“No one denies their Queen,” she said.

She took him back in her mouth. Any snappy comeback that Maz had was forgotten as he felt the back of her throat. Her tongue did something tricky to his cock and he bit his lip to keep from climaxing.

That was when he noticed the clock. There was a screen telling him that he had exactly four minutes of sucking to survive. He was sure the viewers at home had access to the clock as well.

He had to keep from climaxing in the Queen’s mouth. He had to do it for freedom!

The Queen touched his balls. She cupped them in her hand and rolled them in her palm. Maz began to tremble. He had to resist. He had to ignore how great that felt.

Three minutes and thirty seconds remained.

The Queen took him out of her mouth and kissed down the side of his girth. Her lips wrapped around his cock from the side as her tongue slipped under. Up and down she slid his cock between her lips, playing him like some sort of perverse musical instrument. Oh, how badly did Maz want to explode!

Three minutes left.

Both hand wrapped around his cock. Strong powerful strokes directed his cock to her lips. The Queen looked up at him and stuck out her tongue. She was giving him a place to climax. She was allowing him the pleasure of shooting onto her tongue and lips. All he had to do was give in.

Two minutes and thirty-six seconds left.

He was back inside her mouth. The Queen took him between her lips and kept going. Down, down, down her throat he went until she was pressing her face against his crotch. He could feel her gasping breath. He had often wanted to choke the queen but he never imagined he would do it with his cock.

One minute and fifty seconds left.

The Queen caved in her cheeks with the power of her suction. Maz groaned as he felt the force of her suction. It was tight, so wonderfully, deliciously, fatally tight. She pulled her head back ever so slowly so that every inch of his cock that came free had to pull against her tight lips.

One minute and seventeen seconds left.

The Queen was moving impossibly fast on his cock. Up and down, she was fucking his cock with her mouth. Spit dribbled from her mouth. The tower of her black hair became loose and fell all round her shoulders. She was impaling herself on his cock faster than his hips could ever move. He had never seen a woman facefuck herself.

Forty-three seconds left.

He was going to live! He knew it! Despite the royal harlot’s best actions, he was going to live!

The Queen slowed down. For a moment he thought she had stopped but no, she was just going very slow. Her tongue traced the veins of his cock with a casual laziness. She was tracing her way up to the tip of his cock.

Thirty-six seconds left.

Her lips were around the tip of his cock. She gently licked at the opening of his cock. One, two, three, four licks as she tried to draw his seed out.

“Oh no,” he groaned. He could feel it coming.

The Queen’s eyes looked up at him. She was holding him with her right hand. He realized she did that so he could have an obstructed view of her left breasts. It was such a perfect breast but the Queen was right: her mouth was better.

Twenty-eight seconds left.

He was going to climax. He could feel it surging. The Queen seemed to notice as well. Her grip around the base of his cock tightened. He winced from the pain but he realized what she was doing, she was stopping his climax. For some reason, the Queen was saving his life.

Nineteen seconds left.

Maz was in a sweet limbo of pleasure and agony. He was on the verge of a climax but the Queen’s grip was stopping it. She was still sucking him though. Her tongue, lips and mouth were still seducing him. It felt great but he was so confused. What did he do to earn such mercy?

Eleven seconds left.

He was looking down at the Queen. She had his cock out of her mouth but her tongue was licking him. She flattened her tongue against his cock with each lick.

Queen Erishella looked up at him and winked.

Her iron tight grip on his cock relaxed.

Three seconds left.

He climaxed. A surge of seed flew from his cock and onto the lapping tongue of Queen Erishella. His cock betrayed him and pumped load after load until the vile woman’s lips. The bitch hadn’t spared him; she just wanted a dramatic finish.

The Queen’s seed stained face looked up at him as the poison kicked in. He was pleased to see that a drop had landed on that beautiful bare breast.

Thinking and Rambling

I had a stressful week at work last week. We are picking up a new contract which will require me to do some work that I really detest. It is like if suddenly your job added shoveling shit to your daily duties. I am sure I will get used to the smell of shit but man, it's a bummer.

Which is why in times of darkness I turn to my erotica. Writing porn makes me happy. Writing porn is something I look forward to. If my day job is going to suck more, than I need to make sure my hobby makes it all worthwhile.

My Librarians book is almost ready for publishing. Once it publishes, I can get back to writing and posting more stories about them. I miss Claire. I have a lot more stories to tell about erotica. I do wonder if low sales will impact my fondness for the characters. I hope not but you can never predict how the inspiration will be affected.

I am also 75% done with the Island Princess Bedtime Stories and Activity Book. I have written two new stories for it and I need to do a third. It is crammed with activities that I hope you will find fun. I have enjoyed making but man, it is a challenge. Remind me to not do another one.

I am also slowly writing stories for the Pirates anthology I will be publishing next summer. Pirates are my obsession and it is fun to create brand new characters. It is fun to escape into a completely fictional world of a co-ed pirate orgy ship. It is fun to write sex over a cannon.

I should really start Violatrix at some point. The damn thing is outlined and ready. I think the specter of the Librarians and Island Princess books are holding me back.

As my work stress increases, I find myself wanting to do something quick and dirty. Buddha knows I have almost a year's worth of writing ahead of me but I have this itch to make a brand new character in some genre I haven't played in yet. Erishella satisfies my science fiction urges, and Nighthammer scratches my fantasy urge, but I wish I had a new genre that I could play around in and define. Genres are like video games to me. Getting my feet wet designing an empire for an Evil Queen was better than the latest zombie shooter. I already have more than enough to keep me busy but making something new is what I really love. I just have to make sure when I do find something new I don't explode it into a novel length project.

I need a new fetish.

Dr. Von Madd Answers Your Questions

Hello, I am Dr. Otto Von Madd, alleged mad scientist of erotic science. You might know me from the various vibrators I have designed or the giant butt plug I made for the Gulf oil leak. I have decided to take a break from designing the zero gravity brassiere and anwser some of your questions.

Q: How come we don't have holodecks for our sex fantasies? I want to be fucking holograms of Uhura and Buffy. Surely we have the technology by now!-TrekfuckerIV

A: The good news, TreckfuckerIV, is that we do in fact have the technology. We built the first one in 2002 and to date, four have been built. The bad news is that holodecks have proved to be problematic. That is a science term for 'people fucking die'.

The first holodeck eviscerated it's first user. We don't like to talk about that one.

The second holodeck caught fire yet managed to drown it's occupants. Again, that is a head scratchier.

The third holodeck gained sentience. It went into a deep depression because of all the sexual scenarios it was providing. It killed the seven people inside it and committed suicide. That one actually makes sense.

The fourth holodeck is owned by Tim Burton to run his endless Johnny Depp/Helena Carter fantasies and appears to be functioning normally, though some scientists beleive that holodeck has somehow managed to encompass the world. I mean, how else would that Alice movie get made?

In conclusion, I recommend that you avoid holodecks. I suggest good sex toys and fantasies fueled by internet sex writers.

Q: I'm a liberal and my hot girlfriend is a conservative. The sex is awesome but any time she talks about the Fair Tax, my erection goes away. What can I do?- Donkeycock.

A: Donkeycock, ball gags are wonderful things. Seriously though, ball gags are great. Buy some in red, white and blue. Sometimes the key to a successful relationship is less communication. Personally I think you should date someone who shares your macro political world view. Unless she has really big tits, then I understand.

Q: I dumped my boyfriend for being an asshole but I miss his body. How can I clone him and make sure his clone is not a jerk?-MsBrilliant

A: Let me congratulate you, MsBrilliant, for turning to science to handle your problems. The truth is that there is no guarantee that his clone won't be an asshole either. Sometimes you have to accept things and move on. Failing that, I find that a few well placed electro-shock implants do wonders for clone behavior modification.

Q: What do you see for the future of the Sex Toy Industry in the next ten years?-Joessam

A: With the upcoming economic collapse,other industries will notice the resilience of the sex toy industry and want in. I expect to see sex toys made with advertisements on them. Before you can turn on your McDonalds vibrator for example, you'll have to sit through a ten second jingle for chicken nuggets. The good news is that sex toy prices will drop. The bad news is that BP will be making your lube.

Fiction: Libido Call

Lori looked at her phone. The caller ID had to be wrong. She hadn’t heard from him for six months. She had to anwser.

“Jack?” she said.

“Hello, Lori,” the voice said. Lori felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Why are you calling?”

“I was horny,” Jack said. He was always that direct. “I was about to take my cock in hand and I thought I would call you.”

Lori felt her face redden. “Jack, we broke up six months ago.”

“So?” he said. “I’m horny and I know you like hearing me come. “

“I have a boyfriend now,” she said.

“You had a boyfriend when we first fucked,” Jack said. “I am heading for my chair. You got five seconds to decide. Do I do this alone, or do you want in?”

Lori bit her lip. “William is picking me up in half an hour,” she said.

“Your choice,” he said.

“Wait!” she said. “Let me get my vibrator.”

“Hurry up,” Jack said. “I just took off my pants.”

Lori scrambled for her vibrator. It was beside her bed. She wiggled our of her pants as fast as possible.

Jack was already moaning. His cock was so sensitive. Lori had fond memories of lightly touching him and watching his cock twitch and throb. She loved having that effect on him.

“I have my vibrator,” Lori said. She turned it on beside the phone so he could hear it. Sitting down on the bed, she spread her legs as she positioned the vibrator.

Jack was still moaning. “Slip it in,” he said. “Slide it in fast, like I used to go in.”

Lori remembered well. She forced the vibrator into her with a sharp thrust. It took her breath away to be so suddenly violated.

It was something William never did.

“What are you wearing?” Lori gasped.

Jack laughed. “I’m wearing that black shirt you got me. The one with the silver swirls. Other than that, I’m wearing nothing. What about you?”

“I’m wearing that red blouse, the one I wore to your friend’s birthday party. You remember it? It really showed off my breasts and I have a red bra to push everything up.”

“I remember it,” Jack said. He let out a long groan. “I remember grabbing your tits. I remember squeezing while you grabbed my cock.”

It was Lori’s turn to moan. She was plunging the vibrator in. It reminded her of long summer nights of Jack fucking her so hard that her thighs would be bruised. It had been a long time since anything of hers had been bruised.

“I miss eating your pussy,” Jack said.

“I miss sucking your cock,” Lori said.

“I miss bending you over the breakfast bar,” Jack moaned.

“I miss giving you handjobs in your car,” Lori groaned.

“I miss hearing you scream,” Jack whispered.

“I miss hearing you yell,” Lori whimpered.

Neither said anything for a minute. Lori thought she could hear him stroking but it might have been her imagination. She wondered if he could hear her pussy as it was being fucked. She liked to think he could.

Jack yelled. It started loud and then faded into a stuttering groan. He had climaxed. He had made a huge mess and she wasn’t there to lick up like she used to

Lori came. She screamed as she kept thrusting. Jack wouldn’t stop for her climaxes, so neither would she. Only when her sex could take no more did she stop.

She could hear him breathing. The brief flash of sexual insanity was fading. She had regrets about what she had just done. She also had regrets that it was over already.

“You can’t call me like this again,” she said. Lori felt she had to take a stand. She couldn’t let him sabotage what she was starting with William.

“I know,” Jack said. “Next time it will be your turn to call me.”

He hung up.

Tiki Tales

Tiki Tales is a small comic book by George Webber. It tells the adventures of a beautiful Hula Girl, her Tiki Idol friend and at one point, a shark. It costs five dollars. Seriously, do I have to tell you more about it before you want to buy it?

Okay, fine. 'Tiki Tales' has no dialogue which means all of the action and story is told visually. That is not easy to do and yet Webber makes it look easy. The book reads like a summer daydream with humor, cheesecake and slapstick. Hula Girl is beautiful yet the entire story is G-rated so it it safe to leave on your living room table.

There are three stories crammed into this book and every book has a sketch page where Webber does a sketch that is unique to your copy. Good grief, a sketch from Webber is worth thirty dollars yet here he is giving it away for a five dollar book. That is criminal. It would be more criminal if you didn't take advantage of this artist and grab his stuff.

'Tiki Tales' is a wonderful example of fun story telling combined with excellent art. I highly recommend it. Purchase a copy here.

Fiction: Oral Technician

Latanya Gray felt her buzzer vibrate. Someone else was requiring her technical skills. She ignored it for the moment. She kept sucking the cock that was in her mouth. She gripped her dark breasts in her hands because she knew the scientist was watching. Men loved to see her breasts as she squeezed and pulled on them. Her breasts were just as important to men as her lips, her tongue or her ability to swallow any length of cock.

Layanta knew that sucking cock is only a small part of a blowjob. There was presentation. There was enthusiasm. There was quite a bit of eye contact. Anyone can put a cock in their mouth but it took skill to get that cock to come.

The scientist climaxed. Latanya felt his seed fill her mouth. She moaned with pleasure. She didn’t need to fake her enjoyment. Latanya loved sucking cocks. It was something she was very good at. In less enlightened times, she might have to work as a prostitute or a very promiscuous housewife but because it was 2010, Latanya had a job at Von Madd Laboratories as an Oral Technician. The young woman never attended college but everyday she helped brilliant scientists get over their frustration and work stress in order to create the world’s greatest sex toy products and applications.

Dr. Zeckary looked down at her with something close to worship on his face. “Thank you,” he whispered. “I feel a lot better about those failed lubrication tests now.”

Latonya stood up and buttoned her blouse. “No problem. That is what I am here for. If you can just fill out this client satisfaction form and turn it in before Friday that would be great. We are always interested in becoming better serving our clients.”

Dr. Zeckary nodded weakly. He was too relaxed to even button his pants. Latonya considered him to be a job well done.

She stepped out into the hall and checked her pager. The room number on the screen made her frown. She knew that office. It belonged to the head of Von Madd Laboratories, Dr. Otto Von Madd himself.

“Son of a bitch,” Latonya whispered. Dr. Von Madd was the one down side of the job. Oh, he was polite and he kept his cock very clean unlike some scientists in the Theoretical Penetrations department, but he had this one annoying habit when he used Latonya’s mouth: he never climaxed. After a few minutes of sucking, Dr. Von Madd always makes a genius breakthrough and then dismisses her. He always gave her a great review but it was personally annoying. Latonya liked to finish a job.

“This time,” Latonya muttered. “This time the asshole is going to come.”

She checked herself in the mirror that was stationed outside Dr. Von Madd’s office. Her standard uniform was a red blouse and a red skirt that came down just shy of her ergonomics required kneepads. Knowing the Doctor’s tastes, Layonya popped open all the buttons on her blouse except the bottom one. She also pulled her skirt completely off and left it in the hallway. She ran her fingers through her bush of pubic hair and made sure she had a few dew drops of desire clinging to her hair. She gave each nipple a hard twist and licked her lips.

She walked into his office. Dr. Von Madd was sitting at his desk. His pants were already removed. He had his purple goggles on so she couldn’t tell what part of her he was staring at. She knew he was staring because his hard cock bounced twice with anticipation.

“Excellent, I am glad it is you, Latonya,” Dr. Von Madd said. “The thermodynamics of this new chastity gel is very perplexing. I know I can figure it out with your help.”

Latonya nodded. She had no idea what that shit meant. She didn’t care. She was going to make that cock pop.

She looked at him as she dropped down to her knees. He looked down at her as she stuck her tongue out. Without the use of her hands, she used her tongue to guide his cock into her mouth. Her lips sealed over his cock as she took him. Down she went, relaxing her throat until she had all of him in her.

She kept her eyes on him. The goggles hid his eyes and she wasn’t sure if he was looking at her. When he groaned, she felt a small triumph. He was probably thinking about this science shit but his body couldn’t ignore her.

Latonya reached between her legs. She was as wet as he was hard. She used both hands and stroked herself. One hand plunged inside her while the other rubbed at her clitoris. She couldn’t help moaning which is what she wanted. Her lips and throat vibrated with his cock inside her.

“Maybe a pseudo-plastic coating would work…” Dr. Von Madd muttered.

He was thinking. Less experienced Oral technicians would have resorted to speed. They would face fuck themselves in order to coax a climax as fast as possible. Latonya knew better. The only thing that was going to get Von Madd’s attention was technique.

She lifted her head and let his cock fall out of her mouth. One of her pussy soaked hands grabbed his cock and gave it a slight squeeze. She stuck out her tongue and licked the side of his cock. A brilliant man like Dr. Von Madd can make an epiphany at any moment but Latonya licked as slowly as she could. Up one side of his cock and then down the other. Her hand gripped the base of his cock to keep him still while her mouth traveled over him.

“Then I can use a graduated-oh, that’s good!” Dr. Von Madd groaned.

Latonya’s own sex clenched. That was the first time she had ever made him lose this train of thought! She reached for his hand. She cupped his hand to her dark breast and squeezed. She wanted him to feel how plump she was. She wanted to make him think of tits and mouth instead of his science crap.

“I…I…really enjoy this technique….” Dr. Von Madd said between moans.

Latonya let go of his hand. He was groping her enough on his own. She reached for his balls and gently played with them. His cock went back into her mouth as her fingers stroked his balls. She caressed his balls gentler than any lover. She wanted every part of him to be aware of her.

She sucked just a little harder on his cock. It was the smallest amount of suction so that he would have to pay attention to even notice it. When his hand tightened on her breast, she knew it worked. She had Dr. Von Madd’s attention.

Some of the other Oral Technicians did tongue exercises. They developed techniques that involved pressure points and rapid flicking. Latonya thought that was pointless. All the tongue tricks in the world couldn’t beat an affectionate mouth.

“We should really improve our oral simulator,” Dr. Von Madd groaned.

Latonya smiled with his cock in her mouth. He was talking about work but at least it was about her work. She pulled her mouth up his cock until only the head was between her lips. She used her fingers to stroke his cock. She used upward strokes, as if she was trying to pull the seed into her mouth.

He let go of her breast. Both of his hand went to her head. His fingers enmeshed with her frizzy hair. He didn’t pull her head down. He was trusting to her skills.

Latonya sucked.

A burst of semen landed on her tongue. She almost cheered with joy, but she kept sucking. She took more of him into her mouth as Dr. Von Madd ejaculated down her throat. Her whole body was tingling with excitement. She had finally made him come!

When he was done, she looked up at him. He was certainly looking down at her. The googles hid his eyes but there was no hiding the giddy smile on his face.

“Well done,” Dr. Von Madd. “You have relieved my tension but unfortunately I no longer give a fuck about the new chastity gel.”

Latonya gave his cock another lick. “I am happy to help. I am sure you will be inspired to work again shortly.”

“Well, I do have an idea or two for a better oral simulator using that new android technology we devolped,” Dr. Von Madd said. He reached a for a notepad and a pen.

Latonya rose from her kneeling position and buttoned her shirt. Dr. Von Madd was already hard at work. He didn’t notice as she quietly slipped out of his office. That was okay. The taste of his seed was all the thanks she needed.